Author: Michael Murray

A young, married couple live in the basement apartment directly beneath us. The wife is the more social of the two. When she stands out on the sidewalk to have a cigarette, she always smiles and waves, but the husband isn’t interested in any sort of communication. I often pass him on the street while…

The other day, while looking for Valentine’s dessert recipes I could make for Rachelle, I came across a window on her computer screen. By some fluke, it opened up in front of me and I accidentally read it, discovering a fan letter to Clive Owen, who is over-rated and on steroids. I don’t know, although…

On Monday night, I went out to Dundas with some friends to attend an estate auction. It was the first auction that I’d ever been to and I was kind of excited. Located in a community center off the highway, the place was packed and actually quite joyless. It wasn’t what I expected it to…

It was 7 degrees out on Saturday, and the do-it-yourself car wash at Dupont and Bathurst was packed. A mist of fine debris and water blew out from the station, giving one the feeling of being near the ocean. Smoking cigarettes or chewing gum, pimped out gangsters cleaned their Audis and Mercedes. Dumping their empty…

Looking around the Berkley Church on Thursday night, Steve looked at me and said, “Jesus, mate, I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a soup kitchen.” We’d been given tickets to see an Edgar Winter concert and really didn’t know what to expect. As it turned out, the place was full of a…

On Wednesday night, The Jesus Cobras lost by a score of 8 to 7, to The Enforcers, a team full of guys who buy celebrity sex tapes and listen to Nickleback. This was the second game of our floor hockey season, and it was a bitter disappointment to me that our team lost. First of…

Rachelle and I moved into our apartment in the Annex nearly two years ago. At the time, an older couple that were downsizing, were moving out of their beautiful house directly to the South. When I introduced myself to the husband, he snarled at me, “what do you want me to do about, write a…

On Thursday, our Bell satellite dish stopped working. This happens from time to time, and as usual, I decided not to do anything other than compulsively turn the TV set on and off, hoping that the reception would return. My problem solving skills are pretty much limited to magical thinking. However, by, Friday, when the…

As some of you may know, I’ve been involved in a national program that facilitates corresponds with an inmate. Last week I posted a letter I received from “MotherTrucker,” who is currently incarcerated for an unnamed vehicular violation. Today, I am posing my response to that letter. One note, the Christian organization that shepherds this…